Imagine its spring, Or perhaps its summer,
In spite of the garden's song,
The birds aloof;
The wind will soothe,
And the children will sing along.
Without a single moment's delay;
Rain and Snow and many things elated,
Bring to life and preserve this Eden,
To bring a smile to all who see it.
Summer, Spring, Winter and Fall,
To which of them is the best of all?
It matters not, the result shan't change,
Because in spite of season;
Its radiance remains the same.
Some theories state that
Color may vary between different persons.
Teary eyed, appalled, baffled by resilience;
I reject the thought, and I lament if it's true,
Because the Blue I see, is brilliant.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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Blue has a fascinating history. My father and oldest son are color blind, and when they first learned about the new glasses that would allow them to properly see colors, both said they would turn them down. They didn't want to mourn what they would miss. Well done.
That's a lovely tale. I'm glad that you shared it. It really puts into perspective how amazing the colors that we see can be. Thank you Heather!
Colour is such a gift as is this interesting tribute to nature's variety of its presentation. An enjoyable read - - well written.
Thank you Fay, I appreciate it very much.
I enjoyed reading this work.
I'm glad you did!
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